Victoria
As if on cue, a pained howl echoed through the forest—not Tiny's voice, but one of Leo's elite guards. The sound made my blood run cold.
"You're bluffing," I said, though uncertainty crept into my voice.
"Am I?" Marcus's hologram gestured, and another image appeared—live footage of fighting breaking out along the ridge. I could make out Shadow Pack warriors engaged with Crimson Claw fighters, the skirmish already turning bloody.
I closed my eyes briefly, reaching deeper into my connection with the forest. *Help me,* I pleaded silently. *Show me the way.*
The response came immediately—a surge of energy through the roots beneath my feet, spreading outward like a map. I could sense the hidden mines, the patrol patterns of Marcus's guards, and—most importantly—the wea
